I wish I was a apple hangin' in a tree 
And everytime my sweetheart passed 
She'd take a bite off me 
She told me that she loved me 
She called me sugar plum 
She threw her arms around me 
I thought my time [bad word] 

Get along home, Cindy-Cindy 
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy 
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy 
I'll marry you sometime 

I wish I had a needle 
As fine as I could sew 
I'd sew her in my pocket 
And down the road I go 
Cindy hugged and kissed me 
She [bad word] her hands and cried 
Swore I was the prettiest thing 
That ever lived or died 

Get along home, Cindy-Cindy 
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy 
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy 
I'll marry you sometime